Who Wins in the Gunfight at the Big XII Corral?

It’s High Noon in the Big XII. Go on, Texas. Keep staring down the school at the other end of Main Street.

The sun beats down as you feel the sweat roll into the corner of your eye. Pockets of dust swirl in a breeze like the Devil’s kicking dirt as you feel your iron hanging heavy, slung low on your right hip.